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  For Bob, with my love

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Prologue - LONDON, 2002

  Part One - QUARTET

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  Part Two - TRIO

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  Part Three - DUO

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  Part Four - SOLO

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  Epilogue - ZURICH, 2002

  THE THREE CLANS

  BY BARBARA TAYLOR BRADFORD

  PRAISE FOR BARBARA TAYLOR BRADFORD AND HER NOVELS

  THE RAVENSCAR DYNASTY

  Copyright Page

  Prologue

  LONDON, 2002

  The man stood in the doorway of the shop, huddled in a corner, sheltering from the icy wind. It was freezing on this bitter January morning, and he felt tempted to hurry off to the nearby Hyde Park Hotel for a cooked English breakfast.

  Yet he was unable to tear himself away from this doorway, where he had always had a perfect view of the building opposite, one which he had for so long coveted as his own.

  Leaning forward, he focused his eyes on the grand and impressive edifice across the road. It had been standing there for over eighty years, but it was untouched by the passage of time and impregnable. He thought of it as a bastion of prestige, privilege, and wealth, the center of that enormous, worldwide business empire created by his grandmother.

  And it should have been his.

  He believed he had been cheated. It had fallen into the hands of Paula O’Neill, who now thought of it as her own, when it was his by rights. But it wasn’t; that idea sprang from his irrationality and jealousy. And that was the tragedy.

  In the mid-1980s he had almost wrested the flagship Knightsbridge emporium and the provincial Harte stores away from Paula, when she had made a series of mistakes in a deal related to the stores. So flawed was her judgment that she had played right into his waiting hands.

  Unfortunately, just as he reached out, had the stores almost in his grasp, he had been betrayed. As a consequence of this unexpected betrayal, Paula O’Neill had managed to outwit him. Curiously, losing had been the spur; he had created his own empire and was today a billionaire.

  She had been his nemesis for years, but it was from this precise moment in time that he had become her sworn enemy had vowed to wreak his revenge on her. And soon he would do that; he would finally triumph over her.

  Abruptly, the man stepped forward, out of the doorway, his attention riveted on two young women who had hurried out of the store and were studying the windows fronting on Knightsbridge.

  One of them was a redhead, and he knew her at once. She was Linnet O’Neill, Paula’s daughter; however, she was now a Kallinski, after having married the Kallinski heir last month. His thoughts settled on the little church in Pennistone village where they had been married. How easily it would have burned to the ground, killing everyone in it, and his problems with the Hartes would have been solved forevermore.

  For a moment the man was baffled, unable to pinpoint the other woman’s identity She was bundled up in a loden cape and long scarf, and her face was obscured. But then she turned, and he instantly recognized the distinctive chiseled profile.

  His chest tightened, and a virulent anger surged through him as he gazed at Evan Hughes. She was his new nemesis, the American woman who had insinuated herself into the family and was about to become a Harte. He muttered an expletive. She was already a Harte, thanks in no small measure to his father’s long-ago lust. And now she threatened everybody by her very existence, especially he himself. She, too, was now a target, along with Paula and her redheaded brat.

  A knowing smile slid onto his handsome face; he stared hard at the two women for a very long moment before setting out in the direction of the hotel for breakfast. That self-satisfied smile remained intact as he turned up the collar of his expensive and impeccably tailored vicuna coat and increased his pace.

  As he walked, he considered a plan he had recently formulated, one so devilishly clever it might have been devised by Machiavelli himself. It would surely help to bring about the fall of the house of Harte. He was convinced of this outcome.

  Jonathan Ainsley laughed out loud. They were going to get their just rewards. He would see to that.

  Part One

  QUARTET

  Envy slays itself by its own arrows.

  —ANONYMOUS MEDIEVAL SAYING

  1

  Flurries of silvery snowflakes were blowing in the wind, sticking to the plate-glass windows of Harte’s and on the faces of the two pretty young women gazing so intently into those windows.

  Evan Hughes brought a gloved hand to her cheek and wiped the dampness away Then she drew closer to Linnet O’Neill, shivering and hunching into her dark green loden cape, feeling the bite of the intense cold.

  Instantly, Linnet glanced at Evan and exclaimed, “I’m so thoughtless, dragging you outside to look at our windows on a day like this! You’re freezing. Come on, let’s go inside. We’ve seen enough, actually.” Linnet took hold of Evan’s arm and hurried her toward one of the double doors leading into Harte’s.

  “I’m all right, honestly,” Evan protested as she was propelled across the floor of the cosmetics department, adding irately, “I’m not a cream puff, you know. I’m not going to melt away.”

  “You’ve got guts of steel, I’m very well aware of that!” Linnet shot back. “It just became frightfully cold all of a sudden. And if you catch a cold, or get sick, Gideon will have my guts for garters.”

  Evan burst out laughing, as usual amused by Linnet’s penchant for quaint sayings; she was frequently startled by the other girl’s bluntness, as well as her pithiness. Evan considered her recently discovered cousin a unique person. She had never met anyone like her, and in this past year of working together, they had become the very best of friends.

  Moving through the glamorous, eye-catching displays of cosmetics and perfumes, Evan felt her icy limbs beginning to thaw, and she loosened her scarf, opened her cape. Smoothing her hand over her bulging stomach, she confided, “I feel like a beached whale, Linny. I can’t wait to give birth.”

  Linnet’s expression was sympathetic. “I know. But just imagine, Evan, you’re about to have twins. Twins! You’ve certainly given Tessa, India, and me pause for thought. We have a tendency to forget that twins run in this family. Grandy had twins, and so did Mummy the first time around, when she was married to Jim Fairley. It’s only just struck us that we also might be candidates, have the same fate as you.” Linnet smiled engagingly. “What do you think?”

  “We share a lot of the same genes, I guess, so you’re probably right.”

  “Julian’s hoping so, and actually so am I. It makes life easier. Two children born together saves so much bother in the long run … an instant family and less time off work.”

  “Very well put,” Evan responded softly, laughter filling her eyes. She couldn’t help thinking that Linnet’s inborn pragmatism inevitably came to the fore, but she admired her for being so down to earth.

  By now the two women had arrived at a bank of elevators, and they stepped into one as soon as its doors slid open. Falling silent, the
y rode up to the management offices and hurried down the long corridor.

  When they reached the alcove in the center, where the famous portrait of Emma Harte hung, the two of them automatically came to a standstill, looked at each other, smiled, and then briskly saluted their great-grandmother and moved on. It had become something of a ritual with them of late, whether they were together or alone. It signified their pride in being her progeny and working in the renowned store she had founded.

  A few minutes later, settled comfortably in Evan’s office, Linnet said, “So, give me your opinion about the windows.”

  “I have to agree with you, they are a bit outdated. Oh, they’re beautiful, Linnet, of course. So well dressed. And they do evoke the kind of image we want for Harte’s, but they could be a bit … fresher.”

  “Not enough pizzazz, perhaps?” Linnet suggested.

  “Not pizzazz, that’s not quite right for Harte’s, is it?”

  “I suppose not,” Linnet agreed, sitting back in the chair, her eyes focused on Evan, whose opinion she valued.

  Evan bit her lip, then shook her head. “I think the word I’m looking for is … glamorous. I’m talking about the fashion windows per se, Linnet, and they ought to be just a tad more eye-catching. Listen, they should say something to the customer … they should say, Come in, try me on, buy me.”

  Linnet nodded, her face lighting up. “That’s true. You’ve just put your finger on it.”

  Evan said, “You’ve only recently come back from New York. You’ve seen the store windows there, and I believe you’re now finding our windows somewhat flat.” She raised a brow, and her pellucid gray-blue eyes rested on Linnet thoughtfully. When her cousin made no response, she asked, “Am I not correct?”

  “I think you are … . But I’m not sure Mummy would agree.”

  “Have you discussed the windows with Paula?” Evan probed, sounding anxious.

  “No, I haven’t had a chance, and she and Dad are staying in Yorkshire this week, recovering from Christmas, the New Year, and all their entertaining. They’re taking a week off, and they just want to potter around at Pennistone Royal. They enjoy being at home with each other, doing what they’ve always done since they were kids growing up together.” Linnet shook her head. “Anyway, I’m not going to say a word until she’s back here at work. Actually Evan, there are some other things I want to discuss with her, certain changes I believe we should make.”

  Evan sat up straighter but said nothing, merely raised a brow quizzically, her eyes full of questions.

  “You look surprised,” Linnet exclaimed, eyeing her carefully.

  “I am. What kinds of changes do you have in mind?”

  “I’ll get to those in a minute, just let me say this first. As you well know, the fashion retrospective was a big success last summer. We gained lots of new customers, and we did terrifically well, but eventually sales dipped. What we need to do is keep our customers coming in, and we need to garner those new ones as well. I believe we’re in a new age of retailing. We have to make shopping a unique experience, and offer other services.”

  “Obviously you’ve studied this carefully and come up with some fresh ideas,” Evan ventured cautiously, wondering if Paula would permit any changes at the Knightsbridge store.

  “I have,” Linnet asserted. “For example, Harte’s ought to have a day spa, a really beautiful spa offering every kind of treatment.”

  “That would be great!” Evan agreed swiftly and then thought to ask, “But where would you put it?”

  Linnet grinned and explained, “I think one of those boring departments such as Mattresses would have to go. But seriously, we could carve out space. I know this store inside out, and I know we could do it.”

  “I guess it doesn’t have to be a huge spa, just a unique one.”

  “That’s it exactly. Evan, listen, don’t you think we ought to have more places to eat? Snack bars, for instance. Especially on the ground floor, near the Food Halls. We could feature shellfish, pizza, hot dogs, deli sandwiches, and pastas. The kind of fast food that’s actually tasty. I’m sure they would appeal to people who work in Knightsbridge and the areas nearby, as well as our customers.”

  “That’s a great suggestion,” Evan agreed. “I can feel my mouth watering just at the thought. What I wouldn’t give for a plate of oysters right now.”

  “And ice cream on top, I’ve no doubt,” Linnet said, grinning at her. “Isn’t that your favorite lunch these days?”

  Evan shook her head. “Not quite, although I have had a few longings for some very strange food combinations.”

  Linnet leaned forward, her expression intense. “I’d appreciate any ideas you might have, Evan. You’re always so creative, and I do think we really have to revamp the store. A little bit anyway.”

  Evan nodded. “I agree.” She paused, hesitating, and then confided, “I did have an idea a while back. A floor devoted to brides. Called … Brides. Naturally we would feature bridal gowns, bridesmaids’ dresses, page boy suits, and all those things. But we could also sell bridal shoes, jewelry, gifts for the bridesmaids, and even bridal lingerie. And there’s another thing. In the States, wedding planners are very popular; we could offer that kind of service as well.”

  “Evan, I love it! And what about the Evan Hughes Bridal Collection? You know you love to design bridal gowns. How about it?”

  Evan considered Linnet’s words. “I think I’d enjoy that. I guess I’ve been itching to design again.” Her enthusiasm was apparent. “Actually, the store has had inquiries about your wedding gown. There were lots of photographs in the newspapers, and women seemed taken with it.”

  “I don’t blame them. You created something out of this world. So, let’s sell it to them,” Linnet replied in a rush. At the same pace she continued, “Also, I think your idea for an entire floor for brides is inspirational. I’d really appreciate it if you could give me something on paper. As soon as possible.”

  “I’ve got a lot of stuff on my computer already. I’ll print it out for you before I go to Yorkshire.”

  “Thanks, and when are you going to Pennistone Royal?”

  “In three days. Gideon and I are driving up on Saturday. I’m glad. I’m already a bit panicky, to tell you the truth. I feel as if I’m going to give birth at any moment.” She said this lightly, laughing, but she was genuinely concerned that this might happen, that the twins might be premature.

  So was Linnet. Evan and Gideon had delayed getting married until January because her own big, splashy wedding to Julian had been long-planned for this past December. They hadn’t wanted to compete. Pushing aside her worries, Linnet now also laughed and endeavored to reassure Evan. “You’ll be fine, darling. Julian and I will be there for the weekend, so I can help with any last-minute details for the wedding.”

  “That’s lovely, thanks for offering, but there’s not much to do. It’s only the family, after all.”

  “Your parents are coming over, though, aren’t they?”

  “Oh yes, and my sisters. My mother’s already here; she arrived several days ago. And the others will be flying in next week. Robin’s being wonderful, very kind, and he’s invited my parents and sisters to stay at Lackland Priory.”

  “Well, that’s nice of him, of course, but don’t forget you’ve given him a new lease on life, Evan. Mummy says he’s never looked better.”

  Linnet now pushed herself to her feet and picked up her coat. “I’d better go, I’ve loads of paperwork to catch up with. Thanks for listening, and for your input. It was just what I needed.” She paused at the door, blew a kiss. “I’ll see you later.” Smiling, she was gone.

  Evan gazed at the door, her face already clouding over.

  She was fully aware that Linnet’s nonchalance was assumed, that in fact she was worried about her mother’s reaction to her ideas for the store. Although they were not particularly radical, Evan knew they would fall flat. As a newcomer, she saw Paula O’Neill from an entirely different viewpoint than
did her daughters and India Standish, Paula’s niece. Evan was aware that their boss was determined to keep Harte’s in its traditional mode. What Linnet wanted to do wouldn’t destroy Harte’s image. Still, Paula would be upset. She was Emma Harte’s granddaughter and heiress, and she never deviated from the rules set down by Emma. Having run Harte’s in exactly the same way for well over thirty years, since before Emma’s death, she wasn’t likely to make any changes now.

  There’ll be trouble between them, Evan suddenly thought. Real trouble.

  2

  He could see her in the distance, riding on the escalator, obviously heading for the upper floors of the store. The bright red hair was a fiery halo around her face, impossible to miss, as was the sleek silhouette of her smartly tailored black suit, austere except for the touches of white at the collar and cuffs.

  She was the spitting image of Emma Harte and knew it, because everyone had told her this for years. They had also told her how smart she was and canny, like her great-grandmother. Jack Figg, head of security at Harte’s and an old family friend, suddenly wondered if anyone had ever told her that she, and only she in the family, had been lucky enough to inherit Emma’s enormous glamour as well.

  A small smile flickered on Jack’s face as he stepped onto the escalator, and he acknowledged, somewhat ruefully, that he was prejudiced when it came to Linnet O’Neill. She was his favorite and always had been. To Jack she was the smartest of the younger generation in this family.

  Then his thoughts swung to Linnet’s cousin Gideon Harte, who was to marry Evan Hughes in ten days. Evan Hughes … now there was a name to conjure with. The newly found American relative. Quite a story that was. Sent to London a year ago by her dying British grandmother Glynnis Hughes to seek out Emma Harte, whom Evan quickly found out had been dead for thirty years. Evan stumbling into the midst of the Hartes, meeting Gideon that first day and falling under his spell … as he had fallen under hers. Instantly. Love at first sight was grand when it happened. Evan impressing Linnet enough to be hired to work at the store … Eventually causing Paula to delve into the past to uncover the truth about Evan’s antecedents … Paula discovering that Evan was the granddaughter of her uncle Robin Ainsley, Emma’s favorite son.